NovelStartChapter 1115 All eyes fell on Wyatt.
“What's the matter?” Wyatt asked solemnly.
“Our jockey was trampled by an out-of-control horse while taking the horse for a stroll.” The Thompsons exchanged glances in shock.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“What?” With widened eyes, Wyatt asked anxiously, “How is he now? Is he alright?” Wyatt was a capitalist, but he was kind to his people. The race was the least of his concerns, as the jockey’s safety took precedence.
Quentin wiped away his sweat. “He’s alright, but he’s bruised, and he has a broken arm. | had him delivered to the emergency room, but< he’s in no shape to compete.” “All that matters is that he’s safe.” Wyatt sighed in relief.
“Whose horse injured him? The owner of the horse should take responsibility,” Celeste urged.
“Don’t worry, Celeste. Our jockey won't suffer for nothing. I'll make sure the owner takes full responsibility.” The Thompsons were in a difficult position.
Without a jockey, the family had to drop out of the competition and hand over the opportunity.
Tensing his jawline, Wyatt was reluctant to give up.
“Chairman Thompson, it's such a shthat your horse can’t participate in the race.” Gregory expressed lament, but his lips curled. “But there is always next time. You can try again next year.” Wyatt grimaced harder. ‘Justin took advantage of my daughter, Bella, and now Gregory thinks he can one-up me? Well, not on his watch!” The Iversons and Hoffmans were relieved because they had one less opponent to compete with.
“A shame? You spoke too soon, Chairman Salvador.” Bella drew close with composure, her voice reflecting determination.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOur family is committed to success. We never let ourselves down.” Gregory froze, feeling tightness in his chest.
Bella's words broke the tension in the air.
Justin narrowed his eyes tenderly at his woman. He looked forward to the surprise she would bring.
“Tsk! The bitch is at it again,” Bethany hissed through clenched teeth.
“Hmph! She's just trying to get sattention because her family is out of the running.” Zoe twirled her curls and sneered, “She can fight for time, but where is she going to find help when the race is about to begin? If she’s any good, she could ride the horse herself. Hahaha!” As Zoe snickered, Bella said, unfazed, “Dad, I'll represent KS Group.” The group was shocked.
What did that mean? Was Bella volunteering herself to be the jockey? Justin gaped at Bella's back, and his breath hitched.
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